The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1887-05-26


amt going out or coming 10. There's
lcetlc buzxine. bu! that don't 'mouns e
nothing mo more'n hens ilu,tefin' when
her headss chopped OFF,
While doing two things at once specn-
lssing how much sweetness such colony
could produce, aud thrusiiog in the spoe n
- Uncle Trues elbow started brick down
the chimney. In an instant that 'power'
ful swarm" dsrted up right into Uncle
True's face. and he peered iuten,ly over.
With howl Of fright be dropped the ket-
tie. II rolled aud bumped the length OF
the root and then bounded off, striking
the ground Just where Aunt True stood a
moment before
This woke the Basklness like an electric
shock They sat mp 10 bed bewildered
and frightened. Then. hearing the clat
ter OF Uucle Trua's toots dosn the slope
Of the roof, Baskins said:
"It's probably cyclone; we haven't
had the equinoctial yet. The only thing
that'll save us is to get ont Of the house
and away from the trees.
As the Baskinses fed out OF the back
door, Uncle True, wishing only TO dis
tsnce the bees, suddenly dropped among
them, in their back yard, aud rolled over
grosning. Perhaps they took him for
some strange being, tipped of another
planet by freak OF the cyclone; at any
rate. they did not recognize him in his
''bee protector, for as the prone figure
Topped its hands wildly skyward, and
gssped for speech. Baskins shouted.
run, all on yel Make for the open
field"
Run they did, fast and far, screaming
till the neigbborhood was aroused.
as the Baskinses crowded through the
gate that opened into large field, the
elder Baskins looked back to see II the
house had gone over. To his surprise, it
remained apparently firm, not even the
chimneys had started. He noted also
how still the trees were, and what per
feet morning it was
''Surely this is no cyclone, he said, and
at once ordered a halt, while be went back
to reconoiter. His attention was at once
called to the grosns OF Uncle True, who
was being helped over the fence by his
wife. The former. seeing through his
thick veil that it was Mr.. Baskins, called
out:
'I've had .s,;ihle fall, neighbor Bas
kins; think I've broke my ossl I'll
never fix chimney again.
With that he was ushered into the house
and the door slammed behind him.
As Mr.. Baskins gazed upon the roof OF
the house and saw many bees flying angri-
ly around the chimney, the absence of
several bricks, long spoon and iron ket-
tie on the ground, dilapidated patch o.
buckwheat in his neighbors yard. the sit
uation gradually dawned upon him.
Come backl" he shouted to his family |
" nv pboehci VI ci'
True's experiments.
AS Joshua True sat bolstered up in his
armchair before the fire, it seemed as il
every one who passed the house, looked at
the chimney and smiled. Even the boys
paused on their way to school, explaining
TO some new conner: "Old True's home
run down the roof" Bert also, although
innocent, was punished for the sins Of his
parents, for his phymates called him
Honey"
This was more than Uncle True could
bear; he decided to move away and start
anew among strangers. II was some days
before his wife could be persuaded to go,
but at last she said
"We'll go, Joshua, but, shaking her
ong forefnger at him, which meant tha'
,he was in earnest don't yon let me
hear anything more about experiments. -
Helen Pearson Barnard. n Boston T'aceler.